Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 701: The Arbitrator's Abnormality, The Gods Have Arrived!

"Hahahahaha!"

Sloth looked at the Godslayer Spike flying towards him, laughed heartily, and leaned back, dodging his head as his occiput slammed directly onto the table.

In the blink of an eye, that long, dark golden needle had already pierced through his chest, pinning him to the table.

Instantly, the Godslayer Spike's properties erupted, sealing all power on a person's body. Lu Ce, who was nailed to the table, was naturally the first to bear the brunt.

All the power in his entire body dissipated in an instant. Scarlet blood began to flow from the wound on his chest. The Illusion Cloak on his body, after being damaged, couldn't even self-repair, as if it was suppressed and had lost that ability.

"What?!"

Feng Wang beside him instantly exclaimed in shock. The instant "Sin" before her eyes was instantly killed, which still greatly exceeded her expectations.

After all, she had witnessed Sloth's skill level when he took action that night. That kind of strength had left a deep impression on her—how could he possibly fail to dodge even this attack now!

*Slap!*

Beside her, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.Turning her head, she found it was Xue Zou.

The two were not exactly familiar, one could even say they didn't know each other. However, on the first night, when everyone besieged "Sin," the two had briefly crossed hands.

Now, feeling the icy touch from the other's palm, Feng Wang saw Xue Zou in front of her shake her head.

Xue Zou raised her hand. As someone specialized in the ice attribute, she could easily freeze everything for miles on a normal day. But now, she could only make a layer of Frost condense in her palm.

And Feng Wang herself only realized at this moment that her entire body felt as if filled with lead, becoming exceptionally heavy.

—The suppression this Godslayer Spike exerted on ability users had actually reached such a terrifying degree!

At this moment, Lu Ce didn't feel the slightest problem with being impaled through the chest at all. He just hugged that needle with both hands, laughing while spouting nonsense.

"Hahahaha! Huh? Wait, why is there this thing stuck in my chest?"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Wait, seems like I don't need to scream, I don't feel any pain."

"Why don't I feel pain?"

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone present, the scene on that Dark Green Mask was extremely vivid.

Just like a face-changing performer, expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hatred, grief, and desire, exceptionally distinct and different, alternated one after another.

The speed of the face changes was dizzying.

And the words coming from his mouth now also seemed exceptionally chatterbox-like, with disconnected sentences and incoherent logic, completely unlike they were spoken by the same person.

In the distance, after experiencing Lu Ce's previous warning, Xie Antong had already stopped using the All-Seeing Eye to continuously analyze the other's state.

But now, she still couldn't help but have a nosebleed, her brain feeling as if pierced by needles.

This was a manifestation of her ability being overused, her brain overloaded.

She had an inexplicable feeling that the state Lu Ce was in now contained immense "information," but she couldn't analyze or understand it at all.

If she had to describe the current Lu Ce in simple terms, it would be "forgotten, unknown, indifferent."

If before he was blurring the boundary between wakefulness and dreams, then now, he had basically blurred everything about himself!

Not knowing who he was, what his identity was, what he wanted to do...

She didn't think what he was saying was nonsense; he might genuinely be thinking those things in his heart!

Had his "self-forgetfulness" reached this degree... In a sense, his goal could really be considered achieved.

It truly was "everything is ready, all that's left is for the Arbitrator to kill him"!

Only...

Xie Antong didn't know what information the other party had obtained during his subconscious thought process. Could this really lead to an Overload?

[Still pretending to be mad and act foolish?]

At this moment, the Arbitrator, like a majestic heavenly deity, floated directly above Lu Ce's body, looking down at him from a high position.

Hearing the Arbitrator's words, Xie Antong couldn't help but feel another pang of pain in her brain.

What was He saying?

Pretending to be mad and act foolish? He still thought Lu Ce was pretending to be mad and act foolish?

Even she could see it, but He... couldn't see it at all?

Actually, this feeling had been echoing in her heart for a long time, hard to put into words—she always felt the Arbitrator was a bit abnormal.

In some matters, His utterly unprincipled, whimsical actions seemed to have conveniently benefited her and the others.

And now, although He intended to kill Lu Ce...

But didn't Lu Ce himself say he wanted Him to take action? From the look of it, he seemed to want to attempt an Overload.

So would He really just straightforwardly act like this?

Thinking and thinking, Xie Antong suddenly felt a sharp pain in both eyes, a fresh wave of nosebleed gushing out, forcing herself to stop thinking for now.

The load was too great.

On the round table, the Arbitrator now held one side of the Godslayer Spike with a single hand.

The lower part was inserted into Lu Ce's chest, while the upper part was held by Him and twisted.

As He twisted it, Lu Ce's rigid, steel-like body was churned, overflowing with bloody froth and shredded flesh, a truly horrifying sight.

Like a punitive torture born of venting anger.

Blood spread across the round table, like a blooming rose.

[After hopping around for so long, it turns out the blood you shed is still scarlet red.]

[Familiar with this thing?]

The Arbitrator's emotionless voice came through, like a mechanical sound in a game.

"What thing? Should I be familiar with it?"

Lu Ce reached out and flicked the Godslayer Spike in his chest, as if playing with some toy.

Impaled, he seemed like an ordinary person, but his behavior was truly extraordinary.

"Let me ask you something, why... why don't I feel any pain?"

[Because you are a person chosen by Agony, a pitiful person.]

The Arbitrator said.

"What's Agony?... Oh, is it the one talking in my head right now?"

"He seems to be saying something about God's Chosen, something about +3 and the like? Should I pay attention to Him?"

"Oh, no, you seem to be killing me right now, sorry."

"By the way, who are you?"

As he spoke, it seemed he had even forgotten the Arbitrator, and probably also forgotten why he was being killed.

Arbitrator: ...

"As for killing you, as the most impartial existence, I actually don't have a particularly suitable point yet."

"However, Their wishes seem very strong..."

As He spoke, He raised His hand.